If I Was Your Carpenter - Four Tops

If I were a carpenter, and you were a Lady

Would you marry me anyway?

Would you have my baby?

If a tinker were my trade, would you still find me Carryin' the pots I made, followin' behind me?

Save my love through loneliness

Save my love through sorrow

I give you my only-ness

Give my your tomorrow

If I worked my hands at wood,

Oh would you still love me?

Answer me babe.

«Yes I would, I’d put you above me.»

If a miller were my trade, at a mill wheel grinding

Would you miss your glory-box, oh your soft shoes shining

Save my love through loneliness

Save my love through sorrow

I give you my only-ness

Come give my your tomorrow

I give you my only-ness

Give my your tomorrow

If I were a carpenter, and you were a Lady

Would you marry me anyway?

Would you have my baby?

Would you marry me anyway?

Would you have my baby?

Would you marry me anyway?

Marry me?

Would you have my baby?

Ah-ah-ah.